Saturday, April 12, 2025
Time: 12:15 PM
Song: Too Sweet
Artist: Hozier
Mode of Consumption: Listening to radio on the way back from an estate sale in Forreston, IL
Link to Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4IadxL6BUymXlh8RCJJu7T?si=446248e816a642c8
“What does taking your whiskey neat mean?” Jodi asks. She’s a complete non-drinker. I’ve mainly been a beer drinker during my adult life.
“I think it means without ice,” I reply. I don’t know why I know that, but she Googles it, and it’s basically drinking whiskey at room temperature.
Outside of a couple sips of Boones County Farm wine offered by my parents once and awhile when I was growing up, I didn’t drink alcohol until my freshman year of college. I suppose if I had really wanted to, I could have found booze in high school, but it never was something that really motivated me.
In college, my roommate Jake and I obtained a bottle of Schnapps and a bottle of vodka early in our fall semester. I don’t remember exactly how that came to be. Had to be procured through someone else on our dorm floor, but the specifics are gone to my memory.
We were light drinkers at that point, and not particularly sophisticated. We mixed the vodka with Hawaiian punch. I am not even sure what we mixed the Schnapps with, which leads me to believe that maybe Jake had more of that than I did.
There were a couple parties that year I know we went to where we drank beer, but for the most part, I wasn’t a big drinker until my sophomore year. That’s when I moved in with a fella named Erik, and when most of my heaviest drinking occurred, but for the most part, that was beer drinking. Bud Light, specifically.
I’ll have the occasional mixed drink now. A Moscow Mule in honor of my late father-in-law once a year or so. Maybe some apple cider mixed with caramel vodka and/or Fireball.
But, I am not a whiskey neat kind of a guy. I like my drinks cold.
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